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12.03.2008

One More Month Gone

Still stuck on Grand Bahama Island until tomorrow afternoon. Turns out the name of the island does not seem to transcend to the island itself. But then again, I'm not exactly here for the beaches.

Another dry dock done but not gone. The clean up and return shipments along with the invoices for the past month of work are the worst part. But at least I've found a good sushi restaurant near my hotel and I plan on using my whole day's food allowance on dinner tonight.

Strangest thing about finishing these jobs is getting back to Florida and not really knowing what to do with myself. I should either join or start a cult. Nothing makes time fly like craziness incarnate.

Rambling, rambling. . . as usual, I got nuthin' and I need to get back to work.